Donāt piss me off ācause Iāll get violent
Eyes roll back, I see my eyelids
Wanna go back to a place I know
But I burned my bridges, and I canāt come home
Not by myself, but Iām on my own
I talk too much when Iām off the snow
My lifeās a mess, but itās a show
And this the final episode
I donāt wanna die all by myself
Suicide by cop, Iāll take like twelve
Iāll take the pigs with me to hell
Iāll stomp you out, but wear pastel
Ayy, please donāt get blood on my Chanel
Runninā with a stick through the six, thatās cold
Yeah, I put a chain on my bitch, real gold
A little bit of pressure and your boy just folds
Hundred dollar bill and your bitch was sold
Thatās not gang, itās called a circus
When I talk, I speak in cursive
Sheās too pretty, canāt have verses
Spittinā this like itās my sermon
Youāre not slick, I see yāall lurkinā
Iām not scared, I know youāre nervous
See you walk ācause I was swervinā
Crash the car that I just purchased, ayy
Porcelain Jesus, Iām inspired
Got twelve girls, theyāre my disciples
Turn myself into an idol
Iām not god, Iām carolesdaughter